BK 2 chapter 15       I ran to my room hastily without glancing back at the people I left in the sitting room. I banged the door loudly after me and slumped down the door. Why me?!.  Why can't I be free for once?!.  The pounding on the door intensified, never ceased to stop as I was hearing Maryam and Abdulrahman the other side of the door, urging me to open but I didn't answer them. By the time they realized I would not answer their request by opening the door, they left me alone to wallow in my self-pity. "Ya Allah!, why?" I sobbed loudly, hot tears streaming down my cheeks with my fingers trembled. "These are too much for me, I never pray for these oh Allah" I went on. "Ya Allah, I know this is my challenge, please help me. You are the one who saved prophet Yunus inside the belly of the fish. Please help me. Give me steadfastness,

BK 2 chapter 17         I woke up groggily, I groaned tiredly, scrutinizing my eyes. The ray of light was too bright. The smell of disinfectant made my heart constrict.  I hated the smell of the hospital!.  I hated hospitals!.  They held too many unwanted memories.  But wait!.  Yusuf!.  Yusuf was alive!.  Where was he since all these years!.  My eyes sting with unshed tears. I felt turned and betrayed.  He left me.  He didn't want me.  Why couldn't he divorce me and tell me he wasn't doing it again?.  Why did he make me suffer so much?.  What have I done so wrong?.  

BK 2 chapter 19          "Are you sure you are going?" mum asked me for the twentieth time today while I hummed in reply. I checked myself in the mirror to see whether I was decent enough to go out. I put on my silver Abaya with my blackhead cape which was shoulder length. I went to the closet and put on a black matching wedge and bag. "Won't you apply makeup?" mom asked, trailing behind me worriedly. "No mom, I'm not putting," I replied to her. "What is lip gloss or mascara?" she asked rhetorically. "Mom" I groaned, "you know I don't do all that. I'm beautiful like this and how will I apply it when I'm not wearing a niqab?" I told her softly. "And I'm not going to the party" I looked everywhere but not her. "What!" she shouted, making me cringed. "Then where are you going?" she glared at me. 

BK 2 chapter 21             I woke up groggily; groaning, squinting my eyes because of the light. I felt a wave of nausea wash over, I stood up quickly, went to the nearest washing basin and puked all the contents inside my stomach. I rinsed my mouth and face as I was walking out of the bathroom, I felt lightheaded. I held the nearest door for support or else I would have fallen with a loud thud on the floor.  My family rushed inside, coming to my side. Abdulrahman helped me to the bed and gave me a glass of water. That was what I needed.  I drank the water greedily like a thirsty camel.  The water went down from my mouth to my stomach, my stomach rumbled. That was what happened to drinking water when you wake up with anything in the stomach.  "What happened?" my voice croaked, my throat was paining me as I talked. Then I remembered everything. Khadij

BK 2 chapter 23           We had been preparing for Maryam's nikkah (wedding). I was very happy for my friend, she was a sister I never had to me. I should make it a memorable day for her. Whenever I teased her being a wife to be, she always shies away. It was rare to see a bossy lady like her shy away from but it was fun, watching her. She was becoming herself back.  She had hidden herself in pain and hurt. When someone is greatly hurt, he or she either becomes rude or silent. Maryam had a bitchy, bossy behaviour but I knew it was her past that made her that way. She was protecting herself from being hurt again. Don't judge people by their attitude, it was their past experience that changed them.  I was dragging her to the mall, I needed to change her closet.  "But it doesn't mean" she whined while I gave her  deaf ears.